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Yesterday I had my first appointment with the personal trainer, Butch. (Yes, I am amused I am seeing a personal trainer named Butch.) He's very knowledgable, explains things very clearly, and was very emphatic about his goal is not to have me lose weight - that would be a perk, but that's not what we're doing. We are going to be working on my flexibility, range of movement, and stamina. And lowering my stress, ahahahahaaha.
Anyway, yesterday's appointment was about finding my baseline for those things; relatively low-impact stuff. And yet, I came home wiped out. And creaky. Ugh. I see him again next Friday, and then we move to twice a week.
This is expensive. Something like $600 for six sessions. I'm not surprised (well, I'm surprised it's not more expensive), and it needs to be done. But wow, I'd rather spend the money on other things, and I hate exercise in all forms. But I need to work on this NOW, so that I don't end up in a worse physical state.
Ugh.
Anyway, yesterday's appointment was about finding my baseline for those things; relatively low-impact stuff. And yet, I came home wiped out. And creaky. Ugh. I see him again next Friday, and then we move to twice a week.
This is expensive. Something like $600 for six sessions. I'm not surprised (well, I'm surprised it's not more expensive), and it needs to be done. But wow, I'd rather spend the money on other things, and I hate exercise in all forms. But I need to work on this NOW, so that I don't end up in a worse physical state.
Ugh.